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Updated: May 16, 2025
Are these things nought, or are they indeed those by which you guide yourselves, as Neot says?" He was silent, gazing fixedly on me; and all the Witan were speechless, listening. "These men are enemies maybe, but they at least have done nought. Shall you avenge yourself on them for the wrongdoing of others?"
He then, the good king, with great anxiety and sighing, called to his Lord, imploring his pity." The following account is from a Latin life of St. Neot, which still exists in manuscript, and is of great antiquity: "Alfred, a fugitive, and exiled from his people, came by chance and entered the house of a poor herdsman, and there remained some days concealed, poor and unknown.
Levan, an' a many more, I could call home if I was to think. Did 'e ever hear tell 'bout St. Neot, Mister Jan?" "'No, Joan; I'm afraid I don't know much about him." "Not 'bout they feesh?" "Tell me, while you rest a minute or two." "'Tis a holy story, an' true as any Bible tale, I should guess. St.
At one time he would drive away any who came to him with plaints or tales of wrong and trouble; but Neot spoke to him in such wise that he framed his ways differently.
So when at last every Danish chief had made submission, and the whole host had marched back to what they held as their own land in Mercia, going to Gloucester, as was said, with Odda and Ethered the ealdormen hanging on their rear with a great levy, I rode with King Alfred to find Neot his cousin gaily enough.
Then the saint up and done a marvelous straange thing, for he flinged them feesh back in the well, just as they was, and began praayin' to the Lard to forgive his man. An' the feesh comed alive ag'in and swimmed around, though Barius had cleaned 'em, I s'pose, an' took the guts out of 'em an' everything. Then the chap just catched wan feesh proper, an' St. Neot ate en, an' grawed well by sundown.
The chant ceased. For at least a couple of minutes nothing happened; and then St. Piran's bald head was thrust cautiously forward over the summit. "Holy St. Petroc! Was it only you, after all? And St. Neot and St. Udy O, glory be!" "Why, who did you imagine we were?" St. Petroc asked, still in amazement.
Then Harek sang, and his voice went over the hillsides, echoing wonderfully; while we who heard him were very still, unwilling to lose one word or note of the song. Many verses and sayings of the "Havamal" I knew, but I had not heard it all before. So when Harek ended Neot smiled on him, and said: "That is a wondrous song, and I could have listened longer.
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